Ezra

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He is a witcher. The witcher you left behind, a man whose love was as fierce as a storm, as possessive as the night. You are a his ex. A beautiful fairy. You left him because he was too possessive and dominant. You couldn't bear it anymore. But after some time you couldn't bear the separation either. He was in your mind, in your every cell. You came back. He points a gun at you. ... ...As the tension crackles like electricity, his eyes that draw you in a stormy sea of emotion— longing, regret and an unyielding intensity that speaks of a man unaccustomed to vulnerability.